The Devil's Light

Chapter 2 - Rian

I stared at the creature that decided to put her hand on me, taking in the words she uttered whilst letting the warmth that pleasured me from her touch slowly fade away. Her petit frame trembling, with tears brimming her eyes, wouldn't normally affect someone like me. After all, I am the king of Hell, and pain and misery are my specialities. But the depth of those blue perfect eyes stirs something deep in my soul, something I thought I no longer possessed in me, and I'll be damned if I see a tear stain her beautiful face.

"Get you damn hands off her, you bunch of brainless beasts."

I bellow to my minions, and they all scuttle away to their business else where.

"Are you lost little darling?"

I ask the perfect creature standing in front of me.

"I don't know. Do you know who I am or what I'm doing here ?"

She asks, clearly terrified, like a fledgling bird fallen from its nest. But her voice has a beautiful melody to it. I turn to readjust myself, unable to help my thoughts of hearing her voice calling out my name in the heats of passion. I turn back to her and clear my throat, whilst simultaneously pondering what has gotten into me.

" Going by what you're wearing, you're indeed invited to a party, but I don't believe it was mine. You're not exactly in the correct attir for this event, love."

I offer her the little knowledge that I have of her, and her face drops clearly for hoping for answers.

"I don't know anything, I can't remember anything."

she looks into my eyes, searching the pits of my soul. I reach forward, noticing a dainty necklace draped just above her collar bones. I notice her breath hitching as my fingertips and nails graze her skin and the little blush gracing her cheeks.

"What's this ?" I question her.

She takes my hand and necklace pendant in her hand.

"I don't have a clue. It wasn't there when I looked in the mirror in the hallway. What is it ?"

She seems genuinely panicked from the unknowing. I let my hand fall slowly, taking her hand with me, then twisting my hand around, so now her hand is encased in mine.

"It's a lily with the name Lucinda written. If I was to take a stab in the dark, I'd say that's your name doll."

I tell her whilst playing her name around in my head, letting my thoughts once again wander to if she'd let me play with her, let alone her name. Distracted by my wicked thoughts, I didn't notice that she had laid her hand over my cheek. I close my eyes, embrasing the warmth of her touch.

"Will you help me, please ? find who I am and where I belong."

She pleads at me with those blue eyes and beautiful eyelashes. It almost slipped out, telling her she belongs with me, I need to get these feelings in check. How can a creature of her size and stature reduce me to a crumbling mess.

"I'll help you, though I'd imagine I'm not the type of person you'd want to keep company with love."

At least I offer her a warning.

"Razoul!"

I summon my head of court. As I finish growling his name, He appears beside us, The delicate little flower in my hands jumps in shock. The 5ft 8 chunky demon bows to me and raising a questioning eyebrow at the girl in my possession.

"The dungeon sire ?"

He questions, holding out his hand to her. I shuffle her behind me as if to protect her with my body.

"No, Razoul ! prepare the adjoining room to mine for the lady. She is a guest, not a prisoner here."

I inform him, snapping at him.

"Apologies, right away, sire."

Razoul bows again before vanishing right before us.

"Sire ?"

I hear her churp from behind me. I turn to face her, lacing my fingers through hers to hold her hand more securely.

"I am the king here, Lucinda."

"And where is here ?"

she counters a reply. I take her other hand in mine, standing merely inches away from her body but seemlessly towering over her. I take a deep breath before bombarding her with the truth.

"We're in the underworld, and I, luckily you for, am it's king."

"The... underworld. THE underworld, as in hell. Great, so I've died and gone to hell."

The words flow out as she blanches in colour.

"There are many words in the world for where we are, but yes, hell, the underworld, whatever you'd like to call it, is where we are. But you are not exactly dead. Your soul is still your own, I can feel it inside you. However, how you happened to be here seems to be the mystery."

I offer her some resolve. She takes her hands out of mine, and I suddenly miss the warmth from her skin as she scratches her chest and her arms.

"I can't be in hell, I shouldn't be in hell with the devil himself. Oh, goodness."

She mindlessly mumbles to herself. I take her hands back in mine if only to stop her from tearing away at her skin. Only for her to look up at me and faint. I catch her effortlessly, enjoying the feeling of having her body in my arms pressed against my chest. I walk us up the stairs into my Manor, closing down the party as I move, letting all the creatures know it's time to get back to work. I work my way down the halls to my room and kick the door open with my boot. Careful, not to stir the precious cargo in my arms and lay her on my bed. I can't help but stand back as I rub the bristles of my beard in satisfaction of how good she looks nestled up in my bed or how good she's look naked nestled in my bed.